... and here everything gets modified. It doesn't matter if it's a brand new car, an umbrella, hell even a box of matches. Here in Boksburg the ingenious (let's rather say interesting) locals find incredible ways of making everything work better than the highly paid team of specialist engineers that spent years planning and designing their products. In their minds anyway...

And alas - our intrepid crusader. Sir Dodgingius Demoerinopelius, hails from the famed village of Boksborough. He also is well skilled in the art of modifying. Having done modifications ranging from cars, lawnmowers, gates, garage doors, cats and budgies, he turned to his camera bag, and came up with this:

BTW - should you attempt this, I take no responsibility for what your wife might do to you for abusing her electric bread knife (best thing ever to cut sponges with) :D :D :D

Life is like a jar of Jalapeño peppers ... what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.Don't take life too seriously ..... no-one gets out alive.It's not about waiting for storms to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.And be yourself ..... everyone else is taken!

If you're wondering about the name, it comes from when I still used to race at the old Wesbank raceway... Good days...

If you have nothing better to do, read this:

The adventures of Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius

After some contemplation and some negotiations with the master of the house, our intrepid crusader made his way to the hallowed arena known by all as “The Bank of Woes”. Upon his arrival in the stables he is greeted by many of his comrades fighting the good fight for the cause of hasty travel. There to meet him was Sir Atreyus Juniorgolfus, Sir Sideyus Fifteeninchius, Sir Chickenius Lickitius, Sir Murdocius Blowitupius, Sir MacManius Fastgolfius, Sir Ninetootoomius Makeyouhotcurryius, Sir Cyanidius Nonveetecius and Sir Dee-1ius Veetectius.

As Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius readied his trusty steed for battle, onlookers were standing there in amazement and awe, finding it hard to believe that such a small steed could have such a bold heart, yet look so placid and calm.

The niceties were finalized and battle was about to start. The first contest for the evening for Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius was set to be against his age-old rival, Sir MacManius Fastgolfius. They readied themselves for battle to the excitement of the crowd. The contestants both had slightly sweaty palms, expecting a tight contest since Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius has remedied his steed’s minor health problems. With a loud cheer from the crowd and the loud grunt of their respective beasts the contest was underway. Sir MacManius Fastgolfius grabbed an early advantage in the battle, to which Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius promptly responded and started to make up lost ground, but alas, by the end of the battle he could not make up said deficit and had his steed’s nose at the tail of Sir MacManius Fastgolfius’ beloved blue beast.

Next the gauntlet was laid down by Sir Dee-1ius Veetectius with his green-clad beast. The much anticipated contest between the rivals from Germania and The Land of the Rising Sun was swiftly underway. Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius took the early advantage in the contest due to the uncanny ability of his steed to hold its footing under enormous strain, whilst the green beast was battling to make headway. Promptly our beloved warrior had a fairly large advantage, to which the green beast responded with an ear-shattering – if somewhat provocative – scream which could be heard for many leagues. The green beast was hastily making up for lost ground, but was beaten by a nose by the end of the battle. Truly a spectacular encounter.

Our devoted lover of all things Opel next lay the challenge to an unknown noble who shall be named Puglius Two-O-sixius of the land of hairdressers and hairy armpits. This beast was promptly slain and his master sent back to his trade of women’s haberdashery.

As a final encounter for the evening Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius crossed swords with Sir Cyanidius Nonveetecius in a friendly battle. Sir Cyanidius Nonveetecius’ steed was found wanting in this contest, but it is believed that his steed is in fact still in it’s growing stages.

This was truly a tournament that was well enjoyed by all who participated.

Our intrepid crusader finally returned to the fabled battleground after a brief sabatical and many hours of meditation on ways to remedy his trusty steed's ailing health and methods to improve said beasts performance in battle. Feeling the urge to once again compete on the hallowed grounds of the Bank of Woes, our hero readied his steed for battle. Though the animal was battlescarred and bruised, it once again showed the heart that brought it fame in the past, and rallied at the prospect of a fight. Upon the arrival of Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius the crowd uttered a delighted cheer, eagerly awaiting his first battle. To his delight Sir Dodgingius met with his brother in arms, Sir Fuzztidius Batterius with his steed from the same stable. He also had the pleasure of meeting Lady Needlia from the house of Purple Corsets.

After the pleasantries had been finalised our hero readied for battle. His first joust was to be against the fabled beast from Germania, bred for local conditions with the aid of the wizards of Cosworth - the Holy Grail, the Golden Fleece, the Unicorn... The Super...

Our hero braced himself for a tough contest - he was the underdog. He whispered gentle comforts to his steed, soothing its frayed nerves whilst feeling the familiar ripple of battle-hardened muscles through the saddle. The onlookers waited with bated breath, nails digging into their palms with anticipation...They stared each other in the eye, neither flinched. The air was palpable with excitement, and suddenly the start of the battle was hailed by the mighty roar of the two beasts! Sir Dodgingius managed a small advantage through the first urge, to the amazement of all present he increased his advantage through the second urge, and finished off the mighty Unicorn via the third urge. Being the noble sportsman, Sir Dodgingius DemoerinOpelius saluted his opponent after the battle, sadly the act of goodwill was not returned...

Not phased by the actions of the Unicorn, our beloved crusader promptly prepared for the next battle upon receiving a noisy, if somewhat rude chalenge. He savagely slayed the beast Fiatius Stradius, from the kingdom of Rome.

Andre', I think you now owe us some background info on this. Was this drag heats? What era? What car and mods? Where were you based at the time ... in E. L. ?

When your road comes to an end ...... you need a HILUX!.

Life is like a jar of Jalapeño peppers ... what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.Don't take life too seriously ..... no-one gets out alive.It's not about waiting for storms to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.And be yourself ..... everyone else is taken!

Yup - 400m drags that happened every Wednesday night here at Wesbank Raceway - used to be Gosforth Park. Was great fun. Back then was before I turbocharged my Corsa bakkie - was running a 2l16v motor in it from a Monza CD. Used to haul rear... Ran a 16 flat with it on streets. After I turbo'd it I only did one timed event at ODI where I ran a 14 flat on street tyres. That van was hoot - especially because it looked like a normal bakkie with pretty rims on it

You have to see what a Merc Driver's face looks like when he hits the speed limiter at 250 and this fella in a Corsa lorrie puts his indicators on to pass him

Dodging wrote:Yup - 400m drags that happened every Wednesday night here at Wesbank Raceway - used to be Gosforth Park. Was great fun. Back then was before I turbocharged my Corsa bakkie - was running a 2l16v motor in it from a Monza CD. Used to haul rear... Ran a 16 flat with it on streets. After I turbo'd it I only did one timed event at ODI where I ran a 14 flat on street tyres. That van was hoot - especially because it looked like a normal bakkie with pretty rims on it

You have to see what a Merc Driver's face looks like when he hits the speed limiter at 250 and this fella in a Corsa lorrie puts his indicators on to pass him